Chapter 11: The Unshakable Legend

The Imperial Palace – War Council

The air was heavy with tension inside the grand war chamber of the Great Arcane Empire. The emperor, generals, and top advisors sat around a massive obsidian table, their faces grim.

The empire's strongest warriors had fallen. Their best strategies had failed. And worst of all—Frank Luminous had done nothing.

The whispers of his terrifying strength had already reached the far corners of the continent. Stories of Gale's death, the warlord who once terrorized nations, had spread like wildfire. No one had even seen the battle. There was no grand clash, no collateral destruction—just a single, undeniable truth: Frank Luminous had erased him.

Now, the empire's war council was left with only one question.

"What do we do about him?" Crown Prince Damian asked, his voice filled with urgency.

The generals exchanged uneasy glances. What could they do? Every force they had sent to observe Frank had reported the same thing: he did nothing.

He ate.

He read books.

He slept.

And yet, they all knew—even the gods feared him.

A man dressed in dark robes, Duke Alastair, the empire's top strategist, cleared his throat. "Your Majesty, I do not believe we should attempt to engage him."

"Then what do you suggest?" Emperor Alexander asked, rubbing his temple in frustration.

Alastair took a deep breath. "If he remains indifferent, we should ensure he stays that way. We must never provoke him."

"But if we do nothing," Damian interjected, "how long until the balance of power collapses? The other nations are watching. They might try to win him over or—"

"Or worse," another general cut in, "they might accidentally anger him."

The chamber fell silent. The idea of another kingdom making the mistake of underestimating Frank was terrifying.

The emperor's fingers tapped against the table. "Then we must make sure no one does." His voice grew colder. "From this moment forward, Frank Luminous is not to be disturbed. Not by us, not by anyone."

A decree was sent across the empire. "Do not provoke the Sleeping Tyrant."

The Divine Realm – A Fracture in the Heavens

Far above the mortal world, the Gods of the Pantheon gathered once more in their celestial domain.

The Golden Throne Room shimmered with divine energy, but the air was thick with tension. Tyran, the God of War, paced furiously, his armored boots clashing against the marble floor.

"This is madness," he growled. "We're the gods! We rule over existence itself!"

"And yet," Astraea, the Goddess of Fate, responded calmly, "none of us can erase him."

Tyran clenched his fists. "Then what do you suggest? Do we let him sit on his throne of silence while the world trembles at his feet?"

A new voice echoed through the chamber.

"You misunderstand something, Tyran."

All the gods turned to face the speaker—Zephiron, the God of Creation. His presence was overwhelming, his golden robes flowing with cosmic power.

"This is not about whether we can erase him or not." Zephiron's voice was measured, calm, yet filled with authority. "It is about whether we should."

Tyran's eyes burned with fury. "Should?! Do you not see?! He threatens our dominion over the world!"

Zephiron's gaze remained unwavering. "Then tell me, Tyran—what do you think will happen if we attempt to act against him?"

The War God fell silent.

Astraea exhaled softly. "The world has already bent to his existence. He is an anomaly beyond even the reach of fate itself. If we try to move against him…"

Zephiron finished her sentence. "…we may bring about our own destruction."

Tyran's rage simmered, but he said nothing. The truth was undeniable.

Frank Luminous was an entity beyond their comprehension.

He did not challenge the gods.

He did not seek war.

He simply lived.

And yet, even in his silence, he had become the single most untouchable being in existence.

Back at Luminous Manor

Frank sat comfortably on a reclining chair under the shade of a cherry blossom tree, his golden eyes lazily scanning the pages of a book. The wind was gentle, carrying the soft fragrance of blooming flowers.

Elise, who had long since given up trying to understand him, sat across from him, sipping tea.

"You know," she said, breaking the silence, "it's almost funny."

Frank tilted his head. "What is?"

Elise smirked. "The entire world is panicking over you, and you just sit here, reading books like nothing is happening."

Frank turned another page. "That's because nothing is happening."

Elise sighed. "You erased Gale without even standing up. The empire's in an uproar, the gods are practically trembling, and you just…" She gestured at him lazily. "Do this."

Frank took a slow sip of his tea. "Would you rather I destroy the world?"

Elise blinked. "…No?"

"Then let them panic," Frank said simply. "It's not my problem."

Elise leaned back, watching him closely. "So that's it? You're just going to do nothing?"

Frank chuckled. "Why would I? I already won."

His words sent a chill down Elise's spine.

He wasn't arrogant.

He wasn't boasting.

He was simply stating the truth.

The world had already lost.

The gods had already lost.

And Frank Luminous didn't even need to fight.